The ideal is not big, but it is great.

Ning Xiaolong was in awe.

He looked at the person who was walking side by side with him in front of him, and suddenly felt that the figure of the other party seemed to be much taller.

After a long period of silence, Ning Xiaolong suddenly said, "How sure are you that you will win the championship in this battle on the Xuanwu List?"

He shook his head bitterly, didn't answer directly, just smiled and said, "I will definitely win." ”

Ning Xiaolong raised his head, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he said, "You are not the only one who has entered the Four Realms today, not to mention those genius teenagers, even among the tens of millions of people behind you, you can always pick a few out." ”

He pressed the hat above his head and continued, "I thought to myself that I was conceited enough, but I only dared to say that I had a good fight with the people of the temple and the Holy Land, and as for the top spot, I didn't think much about it. One is that I have no interest, and the other is that I really don't have much confidence that I can defeat everyone here on my own. I see that you are very low-key on weekdays, and your ambition for this selection is not small. ”

"It's not an ambition, it's that I don't have a choice." ”

He sighed, then continued, "Only by winning the top position can you enter the seventh floor of the Divine Academy's library building, and only then can you hope to recover the secret scrolls left by the first Heavenly Master. With that secret scroll, the same door of Longhu Mountain could find the key to open the shackles of cultivation. ”

Ning Xiaolong looked at him and asked, "How do you know that the secret scroll is hidden on the seventh floor of the Divine Courtyard Library?"

Hearing this, Bu Bitter's eyes suddenly became a little solemn, he lowered his head, two thick eyebrows were across his forehead like a big knife, and after a long time, he said, "You have to try your luck." ”

Now that there is no other choice.

Then there is only this last way left.

No matter what, he had to move forward step by step, because there was no turning back.

The little Taoist's face became more and more sad.

Ning Xiaolong patted him on the shoulder and didn't say anything more.

I just feel a little embarrassed.

The surrounding people were noisy and noisy, and they continued to walk north.

Bei Xiaojian still walked at the forefront with his sword in his hand, full of spirit.

The others followed closely, forming an inky line between the avenues.

The crowds are surging, and there are always people who have a lot of trouble.

Don't walk around with the crowd with your eyebrows raised, and don't say a word.

The three fellow disciples of Longhu Mountain followed him from beginning to end, and there seemed to be no change in their expressions or moods.

It's like a shadow that is not bitter.

And Ning Xiaolong had already moved his eyes back from Bu Ku, he continued to hold his head high, hugged his arms, was as indifferent as ever, and walked forward calmly.

The black-clothed figure disappeared into the crowd, still very lonely.

When all the monks in the human world gathered, turning into an inky crowd and heading north, constantly expanding their power, those young people from the temple and the holy land were also walking on their own roads.

Sneering smiled and went to the original snowfield alone after leaving the cliff.

This time, he didn't continue to smash the snow-capped mountain with his fists in an invisible height, but stood on the edge of the hole that he had forcibly blasted out, and looked into the cave through the space of one person, only to find that in just a few days, the inside of the cave that had already been transparent was once again covered by wind and rain.

The frost had already covered half of the hole, and it would take a few days to freeze it again.

The snow fields are snowy all year round, and the temperature is always extremely cold.

This glacier-like snow-capped mountain was formed by years of wind and snow.

Sneering smiled and stood in place for a long time, and the black coat had already been covered with snowflakes, and it was snow-white.

But he did not stretch out his hand to wipe it out.

Instead, he suddenly raised his head and looked up at the whistling and falling wind and snow, and a trace of confusion suddenly appeared in the depths of his blood-colored pupils.

He remembered the terrifying sword intent he felt on the edge of the cliff, and the fear he felt.

That fear came from the depths of his heart, wandering in his knowledge and blood.

It has not receded yet.

Even his demonic heart, which had been tempered by thousands of trials in the yellow sands of the Northern Desert and had long been indestructible, began to turbulent, with deep tremors.

Retreating before fighting, and not even having the courage to swing his fists, this is definitely the biggest shame in his life.

So far, he has never questioned his demonic path.

Until I met the young man of the Tang Kingdom.

Standing quietly in the wind and snow with a sneer, the snow-capped mountain in front of him was an obstacle for him, and the young man with a short sword at his waist was an obstacle in his heart.

If he can't cross it, I'm afraid that his cultivation path will come to a standstill from now on.

Demon cultivators should be fearless and indomitable.

Sneering Xiaoxiao, as the inheritor of the demon cultivation lineage, stopped before fear.

This made him very uneasy.

So in front of the snowy mountain, the young man in black suddenly raised his head, his eyes were filled with blood, he looked at the hole in front of him that was about to freeze again, and slowly raised his right fist.

The demonic qi under the fist surged, rolling up a bloody aura.

The wind and snow above his head melted in an instant, but the temperature between heaven and earth dropped sharply, and a deeper chill swept in an instant.

When the chill rose, he sneered and swung his right fist and fell straight towards the hole.

In an instant, all the ice cracked, the snow splashed everywhere, and the endless frost and cold swam out of the snowy mountains like ice dragons, dissipating between the vast snowfields.

The hole was pierced completely, and the sound of endless wind poured into it, bringing a sharp whistling of wind.

With a sneer, he shook his fist in front of him again, and his fist intent raged in the gradually expanding hole with demonic energy, isolating all the wind and snow.

Then the black-clothed figure walked in a heavy manner, entered the cave, and turned into a cold light and came out from the other side.

After stepping over the snow-capped mountain in front of him again, his sneering face did not change at all, and he continued to walk along this endless snowfield without even making any stops.

The wind and snow hit again, and he didn't hide it.

The snow was getting thicker and thicker, and he ignored it even when some sections were already buried in his knees.

Still calmly walking, firmly and forcefully moving forward, I don't know where I am going.

Occasionally, another snow-capped mountain or glacier stood in the way, and the boy in black never detoured or stopped, but still raised his fist and fell heavily to clear all obstacles.

The boy walked through the snowfield, silent along the way.

It's just that the demonic energy in his body lingered on the road he walked, melting the snow.

This is the will and attitude of the Northern Desert Yellow Sand Demon Saint.

The roadblock can be removed, but it is only a heart barrier, and I don't know how long it will stay in his blood.

The black figure slowly faded away, and soon disappeared in a certain direction in the snowfield.

And in other parts of this world, Jiu'er, the descendant of the Buddha and the heir of the Dao, Jiang He, are also walking on their own roads.

They walked slowly, with no superfluous expressions on their faces and a calm look in their eyes.

Only their sighs could occasionally be heard in the wind, and there seemed to be a hidden melancholy.

These two saints, who were originally very good, went their separate ways, and went further and further in the world of Jiangshan Shejitu.

And when they go out, the relationship between the world and their relationship may not go back to the past.

They are not the strongest contenders for the top spot on the Xuanwu list.

Nor can they bring the Chosen One back to their respective holy places.

On the contrary, because of this matter, they drew a clear line, fought separately, and stood on two opposite sides.

No one can predict the cause and effect here.

I can only sigh that the world is impermanent.

In the wind, on both sides of the avenue, the rivers and rivers chanted the Taoist Tibetan to the east, and Jiu'er silently recited the Buddhist scriptures from the west, all the way forward, all alone.

On the other road, Tang Qing and Ah Diao walked together, but they were much happier.

At least not lonely.

Baili Duanjiang and Zhuo Xingchen still followed behind them not far away, with their respective positions and purposes, acting as bodyguards.

Although I slept in the open all the way, fortunately, there were people to talk to and people to talk to.

On top of that, Diao hit the wine.

If you have wine and a confidant, that is when you are proud of life.

Even when he was a little bored during the journey, Ah Diao would go to Baili Duanjiang to have a good fight, regardless of life and death, regardless of victory or defeat, just to relieve his boredom.

Baili Duanjiang had already comprehended Diao's sword momentum and knew how terrifying his 20,000th knife was.

So whenever the boy came with a knife, he wouldn't let the other party swing 20,000 knives, and every time he stopped at the point.

So much so that Ah Diao always complained along the way that the sword of Baili Broken River was getting smaller and smaller.

Whenever that time came, the always proud Sword Saint descendant would smile, and a clear sword intent flashed in his eyes.

The sword intent is in front, leaving room for it, and it is no longer as uncontrollable as before.

His sword is still the sword of the South Mountain hills.

It's just that on the way of the sword, he has walked out of his own way.

Instead of going all the way down the path that the Juggernaut had paved for him.

In a sense, today's Baili River has already surpassed its past self.

The boy is still proud.

It's just a little more low-key.

His sword is still sharp, but it is no longer as sharp as before, but it is obscure, hiding all the edges, quietly becoming stronger, waiting to surprise everyone one day.

Zhuo Xingchen stood not far away every time and quietly watched Ah Diao and Baili Broken River dance with swords, he really wanted to join the battlefield, even if it was a move and a half, but he couldn't pull his face to open this mouth.

So he just stared with his arms held high, trying to remain as calm as possible in his eyes.

The white-clothed figure stood solemnly in the wind, making a very complete outsider.

Tang Qing talked to Ah Diao in his spare time.

When you're tired, rest.

More time, he opted for meditation.

The power of the dragon turtle in his body was circulating faster and faster in his bloodline, and his divine sense, muscles, physique, and even the breath on his body were becoming stronger and stronger unconsciously.

Although it is still the cultivation of the Three Realms of Guarding.

But when he watched Ah Diao and Baili Broken River fighting, in the face of the sword momentum and sword intent at the peak of the Four Realms, he actually knew how to take over their attack.

Whenever that time came, Tang Qing could always clearly feel the flow of golden demon blood in his body.

Don't talk to people.

He only whispered in his heart, "Is this the power of the Golden Blood Demon Clan?"

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